"Click" Ike immediately turned on the tactical flashlights installed on the two Desert Eagle pistols, so a relatively bright light suddenly appeared in front of him, but this light was already relatively dark for the dozens of people behind him.

In fact, the PR-1500 energy pulse gun was originally equipped with a tactical flashlight, but Ike was not manufactured and installed due to his rush to work, so it caused the current situation.

Saiko, Arcatez and the others gathered together, following the only ray of light that seemed to represent hope, but the scene at this moment was a bit like a single-player horror game, with an oppressive and eerie atmosphere.

In this case, they have no way to appreciate nature anymore, so they walk cautiously, and even a little afraid that they will encounter aliens.

And this is the reality, although human beings want to perceive and enter nature, but when they are faced with the threat of nature, they will feel fear and want to break away from it, or establish technology to transform the natural environment into a suitable way for human beings.

Ike relied on the Desert Eagle's tactical flashlight to lurk in the grass. To be honest, the lighting conditions at the moment were so bad that even he couldn't see the road around him clearly, so he could only rely on his senses to move through the darkness.

I walked like this for more than four hours, and it was almost early in the morning. The people around him immediately felt a little clammy and cold, and at the same time, the hunger in their stomachs became heavier. Their consciousness is very clear, on the one hand, because of extreme hunger; And on the other hand. It's because I've slept enough on the ejection capsule before, and although I've been running for a lot of time at this time, I'm a little tired. But I still don't feel sleepy.

At this moment, Ike's ears moved slightly, and he suddenly heard a very subtle roar, although the sound was almost like the wind blowing, but it was quickly noticed by Ike.

There is a case from 9 o'clock to 10 o'clock.

Ike's eyes froze, and he immediately decided to go up and take a look.

It's most likely an alien. Even all the areas ahead are aliens. However, the situation is not clear yet, so Ike will have to go and observe the situation first.

This kind of observation still has to be done by him alone. Because no one around me has the skills of Ike. If you get close, you will most likely be spotted by the aliens and kill a lot.

Ike turned around slightly, gave Lockhart a few words, and handed him a desert eagle with a tactical flashlight. Then he turned around. Head to the left.

"Hey, what's he going to do?" Seeing such a situation, Akaterz couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"There's probably an alien ahead, Ike is going to take a look alone." Lockhart played with the Desert Eagle in his hand, and then aimed the tactical flashlight at the ground to minimize the effect of its light, "We'll have to stay here and wait, and we won't make any sound." If there is a special situation, use this tactical flashlight to provide light and react. ”

"With such a faint light to illuminate. Deal with possible aliens! Norman couldn't help but pout, "What a pervert, he's asking us with his own rules!" ”

"But his trip is really dangerous, can he be alone?" Tala. Strykerland said worriedly.

"No problem." Saiko shook his head, "You know, he's a man who can compare to Rezenov. ”

For the first time, Saiko recognized Ike's strength, and as these dozens of people quieted down, Ike at this moment had quietly walked out of a distance of forty or fifty meters.

Where is it?

Ike held his breath, his piercing eyes staring at everything around him, watching all the wind and grass, listening to everything at any time.

He turned off the tactical flashlight and stalked in the darkness by feeling. At this moment, Ike is like a stealthy hunter, no less than the xenomorph of the killing machine.

In the darkness, he is an Assassin with his own methods and principles of killing, and uses his instincts to carry out a killing.

At this moment, Ike seems to have returned to the original death training ground. At that time, he was very young, but he did not have the childhood that all normal children should have, but he was constantly injured and growing up in death training. After each success or failure, he hides in a dark corner, licking his bleeding wounds like a beast.

The same enemies, the same opponents, and now, these aliens are back. And he, of course, did not use the Hidden Blade for people, but held two cold scythes, although not the sharp and strong claws of the Predator (the claws of the Scythe Dragon are still not as good as the special scythe claws of the Predator Race), but they are much better than the specially dulled Predator's scythe claws in the death training ground.

Where is it?

Over there!

In just a split second, Ike immediately sensed the creature in the distance, the creature that had given him the sensation of death countless times. The familiar roar, the coldness and madness hidden in the blood, the desire to kill, and the ready to choose people to devour, were all read by Ike at this moment.

This cruel creature with green blood, I am going to fight them again today, what a long-lost greeting.

Ike no longer lurked in the grass, but stood up, and he did not move forward, but stood up straight in the grass, but even so, his whole body was obscured by a dense grass several meters high.

Ike held two scythes in each hand, swinging them slightly towards his waist, and his whole body was also looking ahead, his eyes calmly looking ahead, but the meaning of killing and coldness had already bloomed.

It was completely dark, but Ike could feel the breaths lurking in the grass, creeping in on him.

"Vipers" are natural hunters, and their concealment and disguise are so seamless that they run fast through such lush grass without making a sound.

The hiss began to spread around, and several afterimages were already rushing towards Ike.

There was a faint sound of insects chirping around, and the wind seemed to have stopped.

The breeze is blowing.

PS: 7000 words tomorrow.

The plot is still a bit dragged, but this is also a relatively real novel (boasting ......), the first thing to think about on a planet is survival, not what to fight alien creatures, and survival in the wilderness is not so easy. Soon I got into the more exciting part, in fact, I think these are also quite wonderful, and I pay more attention to the process. (To be continued......)